The police seemed to think I killed her which is crazy because I loved her like a thousand drops of blood dripping down a dagger.

I keep my love in the trunk. And I drive slowly over speed bumps so she doesnt bump her head around.

The moment I heard her name I fell in love. Of course I fell in love with the wrong name so I made her legally change her name to match that of my love interest.

She had two lips like strawberries and the seeds gave her kisses texture. I preferred kissing her over two scoops of vanilla ice cream.

Love is like a forest I think as I kill trees by squandering toilet paper while decorating my ex girlfriends front yard.

She looked like the kind of woman I could fall in love with. Trouble is she was standing next to the kind of woman Id like to make love to.

I boasted that I bested the best and I did. I beat my clone. In my dream of course but who cares Its still a victory.

Sometimes I get advice from the fictional characters in my dreams. Sometimes Its good and sometimes its nonsensical.